The bonfire party was held very late, and the fireworks were also set off very late. The firelights in the sky and on the ground complemented each other, revealing a grand, glorious and lonely scenery.

The most dazzling flower in the world blooms at the seaside, blooming alone for four people far away from civilized society, pouring gorgeous golden red and whistling sounds into everyone's memories.

It's so beautiful that it makes you feel trance-like.

Regardless of whether they were pretending to be drunk at the beginning, at least in the end, under such a scenery, the four of them were so drunk that they couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and collapsed in a heap on the beach.

Beihara and Feng had three people hanging on their bodies. They felt extremely heavy. In the end, they simply gave up moving. Smelling the strong smell of wine, they hugged these guys and fell asleep.

Before his consciousness fell into darkness, the only thought in his mind was: hope that the sea water would not rise enough to drown them.

The last light of the fireworks disappeared into the white sky, announcing the end of the carnival on the island that night.

Then Kitahara and Kaede harvested three cubs at noon, who were complaining about their headaches and trying to get more food benefits - and they seemed to be quite energetic while grabbing food.

Even the fights over food distribution continued as usual.

"What are you fighting for?"

Beihara and Feng helplessly held down the pots and pans, and knocked each one on the head angrily: "You can't kill anyone with a beating anyway. If you are injured, you still need to apply medicine. What's the point?"

Defoe shrank into the traveler's arms aggrievedly, and very schemingly tried to complain first, shouting loudly: "But Byron made the move first! He still bullies me every day!"

He finally knew that the traveler's status with Byron was about the same as that of Shelley. They were both able to keep this guy from going crazy. In short, it was right to complain to the other party.

"...Kitahara! So we have known each other for a long time or you have known him for a long time. Don't you still know who I am?"

Byron was stunned for a few seconds, and then pressed his chest skillfully with one hand. His mint green eyes were filled with moisture, and he looked at Kitahara and Kaede with moisture, pretending to be weak and innocent after being slandered.

It can be seen that they have tried hard, but unfortunately it still feels very harmonious.

Beihara and Feng sighed, hugged Byron into their arms, stretched out their hands to rub each other's heads, and at the same time held the other's hand trying to tear off Defoe:

"Okay, you two like to stay there, and I want to see how the pottery that was just painted last night is doing. If anything happens, just call me."

"Oh, that's it."

Byron first tilted his head in regret, and then buried his face in the other person's arms for a while. Then he proudly dragged Defoe and ran away quickly. It seemed that he didn't want to give Defoe any time alone.

"I started to think about how divided the relationship within the bell tower servants is." Kitahara and Feng looked at their backs, sighed, and said to Schiller.

"I probably know a little bit about this...but the reason why the two of them are in such trouble is probably a matter of philosophy."

Schiller answered with a smile beside him. It was rare that he did not participate in the quarrel between the two. He was resting his head on an apple and even had the half bottle of rum left yesterday in his hand, looking very relaxed.

The pair of red eyes, one deep and one light, were almost sincerely looking at the slightly swaying amber wine inside, and they did not move their gaze away even when he was talking.

"If Byron is a person who wants to break all the vulgarities and shackles of life, a person who pursues everything above life, then Defoe doesn't have so many thoughts. What he thinks about is life itself."

When he talked about this topic, his tone even sounded a bit brisk as a gossip: "Although I haven't known Mr. Byron for a long time - Beihara, you may still have no idea about your position in Byron's heart.

Not very clear.”

Kitahara and Kaede stood up, slightly pulled the scarf around their necks, breathed into the palms of their hands, then put their fingers back into their pockets, and answered in a casual and smiling tone.

:

"Maybe...I think we are friends."

"But it's more than that."

Schiller sniffed the aroma of wine coming from the mouth of the bottle, and then replied seriously: "Beiyuan, you may not know how idealistic you are, and you don't know how much those romantic idealists will like you.

at this point."

——Since you already carry part of their most romantic delusions, then they will naturally care about you.

So they will bless you and expect you to fly over the thorns, over the sea, over the top of the Himalayas, and chase the sun with the purity and yearning that they also love.

It's like you are moving forward in place of the ideals in their hearts that are dead, not yet dead, and will surely die.

"The reason Byron doesn't like you getting close to Defoe is because he doesn't agree with Defoe at all, even though he doesn't hate Defoe at all."

Schiller said slowly: "He just feels that the mediocrity in life and the softening of money are sharp blades that destroy his ideals. He is not the same type as Defoe, but he feels that he is the same type as you, so he doesn't want you to become

That's what Defoe is like."

"...I didn't know that I could still have such a great image. Well, what I mean is: I am just an ordinary ordinary person, a chef, nanny and traveler who will worry about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

"

Beihara and Feng pressed their eyebrows helplessly, and suddenly felt a belated headache: "Besides, Defoe is very cute, and I also like the feeling of living an ordinary life like this. But I can probably understand, after all, Byron is a bit

Bipolar disorder.”

Extensive life experience proves one thing: there is no way to reason with patients with mental illness. If they could control themselves by reasoning, they probably would not get sick at all.

"Bipolar disorder..."

Schiller also sighed and suddenly thought of the friends he met during the war: "I remember that Ernest also had the same disease. I don't know if he is cured now."

"Ernest?"

Kitahara and Kaede subconsciously repeated the name without immediately connecting it with the literary giant.

"Ernest Miller Hemingway."

Schiller answered like this, and took a sip of wine with a smile: "He has a bad temper, but we all trust him: the mainstay among the seven betrayers, no one dares to disobey him."

The Transcendent, who seemed to be still in the period just after the war, let out a low laugh and looked into the distance from inside the cave.

From this location on the island, people can't even see the sea not far away, let alone more distant places.

What you can see are either weeds that have gradually withered, or unknown trees that have gradually become clean. At most, there is also the pale sky above.

For a moment, he suddenly remembered the story the traveler told him.

Goethe is still living the same life as before with Kant in Berlin, Verne may still be waiting for them on the island, and Dante drinks milk tea every day in Florence...

It is said that this guy was waiting for someone to make him milk tea every day. He famously said, "Without this drink, you can't work, you can't even find the meaning of life." If you don't drink it, you will go on strike like a salted fish.

On the bed.

——So what exactly is your obsession?

At the end of his mind, he just exhaled softly, then curled his eyes and smiled:

"I miss them a little, Beiyuan."

I really miss it.

Whether it’s the way everyone smiles vividly and brightly in their memories, the way they live a bustling life between wars, or the way they have a headache because of trivial matters...

It would be great if we could meet them as we did after the war and in peacetime, and get together and talk as simple friends.

"So, don't give up on yourself so much."

The traveler looked back at Schiller and said in a tone that was half helpless and half ridiculing: "Look at how you look now. How many hours are you awake during the day?"

“Being sober while making dessert.”

Schiller replied confidently, then stood up and continued to prepare for the difficult task of making desserts. At the same time, he was determined to be sober enough to put the sugar this time.

——Although the final product is still extremely indescribable, it is at least better than the previous one.

It wasn't until Kitahara and Kaede patiently accompanied him to practice desserts for a week, almost finishing all the ingredients, that Schiller finally learned to suppress the sweetness.

"I'm very touched now, really."

Because Byron ran away, Defoe, who was forced to stay as a guinea pig, wiped his eyes and felt that he almost cried when he took the first bite of a normal dessert: You know, it is difficult even if you eat it for a year and a half.

He didn't even eat grilled fish with apples.

"Schiller, it turns out you can still make normal desserts!"

Schiller coughed a little guilty, looked at the basically empty material bag, and looked at Kitahara and Kaede cautiously, and received a light smile from the traveler.

"That's right, Schiller! Give me the rest - I'll eat ten of them in one go!" After Defoe finished eating the cake in one bite, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, and suddenly shouted in a resentful tone through gritted teeth.

.

"If I don't finish all the desserts before Byron comes back, I'm going to pronounce my first and last name backwards!"

Kitahara and Kaede, who were reading a book on the side, raised their eyes and rubbed the supernatural being who had been bullied by Byron in a funny way, and received an aggrieved kiss from the other party.

If Defoe initially came to complain to the traveler because he saw who Byron cared about, then now he really regards Kitahara and Kaede as friends he can confide in.

After all, Kitahara and Kaede have a really good temper and can spoil people. And no matter what the conditions are, he can thoughtfully prepare some small surprises for the friends he recognizes from time to time, and he can always be kind to the people around him.

Feelings are rewarded with understanding.

Especially the cooking is very delicious, very delicious! It is completely different from the grilled fish with apples!

For Defoe, who had been lonely on a desert island for several years and quarreled with his resentful neighbor Schiller every day, Kitahara and Kaede were the angels sent by God to save him from the fire and water.

Similarly, Kitahara and Kaede also like this hedgehog with soft red-orange fur. They feel that if the other person teases him a little, his fur will explode in anger or he will shrink into a ball in embarrassment.

And as long as Byron and Schiller didn't take the initiative to raise the topic, Defoe didn't make much noise. He could even be said to be a representative of diligence who was busy with life all day long. His only hope was that the wheat seeds he planted would germinate soon.

"By the way, Beiyuan."

Schiller looked at Defoe who was eating hard with his head bent on revenge, and helplessly stretched out his hand to rub the other's curly hair, and then asked: "When do you plan to leave?"

Defoe's movements stopped for a moment, and then he raised his head in confusion and disbelief, looking at Kitahara and Kaede. Apparently he couldn't accept the reality that the island had finally become lively, but would soon return to its original state.
To be continued...